I tell my kids I love them everyday.
And then I ask them, "But who loves you even more than I do?" The answer is always Jesus.
I get such a short time to pour into them.
I want them to think of Him when they walk outside. When their sick.
When they receive a gift. When they give a gift. When they dance. When they cry.
My only dream for my kids is that they would know just how loved they are by Jesus
and that they would reciprocate.
We've had so much fun this month...
Josh and Gavin headed to Daddy & Me night at Preschool.
Bo is 8 months old!! He is a joy! He is crawling now, gives ooey gooey drooley kisses. He whines when he's not held, fed, or not being fed fast enough. He is a bruiser and I love that he smiles so big that his eyes disappear. :)
Grace is 23 months!! What?? I can't believe my baby girl is almost 2!! She is my precious gift. She loves to sign. We can't learn words fast enough. I love seeing her communicate. She recently signed "Please + Eat!" If you know her...this is amazing. She wants to eat! She is doing great and I promise a full update on her health is coming soon! :)
Gavin will be 5 in 2 weeks!! My baby...almost in Kindergarten. He is my sweetheart. Really. He is thoughtful, kind, and loves to play with his baby brother and sister. He is high energy, loves to ask questions, but just a joy to be around. He makes me laugh everyday. And I love to ignore the fact that one day he will grow up and not want to cuddle any longer. I ban the thought. :)
Monday, February 21, 2011
As the story goes, the monkey hunters cut a small hole or slit in a coconut and fill it with rice. Then they tie the coconut to a tree or attach it to a stake in the ground. The hole in the coconut is big enough for the monkey to get his hand in, but not big enough to get his hand out if it is filled with rice. As the hunters approach, the monkey desperately tries to get his fist out of the coconut, but can’t seem to understand that gaining his freedom is simply a matter of letting go of the rice.
Why do I hold so tightly to the things that are trapping me? Is it what I'm holding...or is it the actual act of holding something? Something I control, something that is mine. And then I look up and wonder how or why am I bound.
What are you not willing to let go of? What is of so much value that it costs you your life?
I too have been bound.
I too bear guilt and shame.
I too am letting go.
I too have been made free.
...let us lay aside every weight, and the sin which so easily ensnares us, and let us run with endurance the race that is set before us, looking unto Jesus, the author and finisher of our faith...
1 Peter 5:7-11
Casting all your cares upon Him for He cares for you.
Be sober, be vigilant; because your adversary the devil walks about like a roaring lion, seeking whom he may devour.
Resist him, steadfast in the faith,
knowing that the same sufferings are experienced by your brotherhood in the world.
But may the God of all grace, who called us to His eternal glory by Christ Jesus, after you have suffered a while,
perfect, establish, strengthen, and settle you.
To Him be the glory and dominion forever and ever. Amen.
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
We love Him because He first loved us.
I John 4:19
What a fun day. On Sunday afternoon I drove home after a shoot and as I pulled in the driveway I noticed Josh was loading the last kiddo in the car. What? Where are you going? He says, jump in the car, we're going out! YaY!!! Josh found babysitting, took me out for Sushi and a movie...the best. No one calms me like Josh. I love him forever. Thennnnn Valentines night we got to have a fun family night... take out, movie, homemade cookies, valentines, kisses, dancing...the works. I found myself thanking God in those moments last night. You know those moments where you look around and everyone is laughing,smiling,drooling,dancing...so grateful...i mean really grateful.xoxo
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
Its feeding tube awareness week!
Here is Gracie at 22 months old in all her pink glory.
The mirror seems to be her favorite past time right now and I just die when she crawls away from the mirror, stops in her tracks, and looks back one more time to check out her backside. I die.
I love how she looks at herself...and especially here.
To read how Gracies journey began read here:
(see the link on the side bar, under her picture)